I walked down the road with my best friend Jake. It's two in the afternoon and we had a great time at soccer practice. All of a sudden, the image of detergent and soap flashed in my mind. My Mom told me a few hours earlier to head to a little grocery store to pick them up.
“I just remembered, I've gotta get some stuff for my Mom,” I told Jake.
“No problem, man. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Jake walked home until I couldn't see him. I walked the other way, back in the direction of the soccer field. The store was only a few blocks from there. 15 minutes later, I arrived. After walking in I flashed my hand and felt the familiar surge of energy. The energy flew to a nearby light bulb.
“Hello, welcome to the store. Buy something, please,” said the light bulb to me in my head.
“I will,” I replied to the light bulb.
Now, you're probably wondering what's going on. Well, you see, I can make objects come alive. Not “Toy Story” style, exactly, but I can make objects talk and think. They already are alive, the thing is, they can't talk or do anything. Not unless I switch them on. I found out about my little gift when I was five. The first thing I animated was a small piece of brick. It told me about how inanimate objects have minds, and that there were others like me in the past. Before he could tell me more, however, I accidentally knocked him into the sewers. I never saw him again. Anyway, I learned more and more about my power as the years passed, and I even made friends with the things in my bedroom. Okay, so now that I told you that story, I'm gonna tell you this one.
I walked to the aisle for cleaning agents. All of a sudden, two guys wearing hockey masks went in and pointed a gun at the cashier.
“Look, here's what's gonna happen. You give us the money or we shoot your head off.” said the robber with the gun.
The cashier was shaking in panic. He quickly got the money and gave it to the robber. Meanwhile, I hid behind a shelf where the robbers couldn't see me. I lifted my hand and animated the cashier's desk. The lead robber leaned on the table using one gloved hand.
“Hurt the guy's hand,” I said to the desk in my mind.
“Can do,” said the desk.
In less than two seconds, the piece of the desk that the robber's hand was resting on collapsed, leaving a hole full of dozens of unusually straight splinters. Each splinter managed to prick the man's hand.
“Aaaaaaaaah!” he screamed in pain.
I always liked how objects could collapse at will.
He dropped the gun and that's when I saw the cashier press something, probably the silent alarm. I tried to sneak my way past the robbers, but the other one ( the one who didn't have a bleeding hand ) saw me.
“There's a kid here!”
I turned around and saw a fan that was switched off. I animated it.
“On my mark, turn on,” I told the fan using my thoughts.
The robber who saw me began to chase me. I ran to the fan. The robber was overweight so he wasn't fast. I slowed down so he could keep up. In a few seconds, I reached the fan with the robber close behind me. He reached his hands out to grab me.
“Now!” I told the fan.
Immediately, it turned on with surprising speed. I ducked down and the robber missed me. Instead of grabbing me, the man's fingers accidentally reached into the fan.
“Owieowieowieowie!” said the man.
In the distance, I heard a police siren getting closer.
“Let's get out of here, Mark!” said the splintered robber to his friend.
Both of them ran to their car, which was parked a couple yards away from the store. I animated their car, and I learned that it was a stolen vehicle.
“It's payback time!” said the car to no one in particular.
Instead of driving away, the car instead drove backwards and forwards over and over. After that, I saw it drive down the road fast, stop a bit, and then spin around in a circle over and over again. I could have sworn there was some puke on the windshield.
The car wasn't done yet. It turned around and drove directly into a lamppost. The two robbers flew out the windshield and onto the sidewalk. I turned and saw a cop run to the wreckage. The cashier ran out and began explaining the situation in a ridiculously high voice. He looked like he was about to cry.
“Thanks, guys,” I said to all my new animated friends as I walked out the store.
“Your welcome,” they all said together.
I was about to go home when I remembered the detergent and soap. I walked to the cleaning agents aisle and got the groceries. I left a couple of dollars on the splintery desk and I walked home.
I only walked a few blocks when I kicked something red in the street.
“Hey, watch it Henry! You kicked me once, you won't do it again!”
“Brick, is that you?”
“Yes, it's me Henry. You've grown taller. Bring me with you. Have I got a story to tell you.”
I picked up my old friend and walked home, while he ranted about some adventure he had in the sewers.
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